I wrote this in Febuary 2007.
Feb 6, 2007
On Sunday evening I went in to tuck in Ike and found him crying in bed. He told me that an 8th grader has been mean to him after he gets off the school bus. He called Ike a faggot (sorry, it is a very bad word and from now on we will call it the F word, the other f-word) and was going to kick his a$$. Well, we can't have that.
Yesterday Gabe went to pick up Ike because I was at DIA getting Hannah. I made Gabe promise not to talk to the bully. He didn't talk to the bully and Ike made it home safely.
So today I found out who the boy's mom was (information readily supplied by the other bus stop moms) and with Ike by my side, and in a careful voice and manner, we told her what was going on. She lashed out at me rudely and told me that was because Ike had called her 1st grader a f-word. I looked at Ike, who looked shocked, and asked him if he did that. He said nothing. I asked again and he said nothing. Finally I asked him to apologize. He apologized and then I asked the mom to please call off her 8th grader. She seemed appeased but very unpleasant.
As we walked home Ike began to cry again and told me that he didn't call the 1st grader a f-word but he did kinda tease him because he was playing with a girl's toy. So we had a little lesson on why it is important to tell the truth all the time, even if you are accused of something you didn't do.
After we got home I found out that yesterday when Gabe picked up Ike one of the bus stop moms told Gabe and his friend Brock who the bully was. Brock approached the bully and asked if he knew who had been picking on Ike, because Ike's big brother was looking to rough him up a little and make him stop. The bully said he didn't know who it was.
So this is what I imagine happens at the bully house tonight: Mom comes home and yells "you little f-word! Ima whip your a$$! You got me yelled at today at the bus stop!" and then the bully says, "Mom! Dude! his big brother is gonna get me! everyone is talking about it" then tomorrow she shows up at the bus stop with a baseball bat to get revenge on me for her older son.
This probably ends with the husbands having a throw down in the round-about.
The happy ending to this story is that a few months later the bully moved out and we all celebrated.
7 comments:
For some reason I really hesitated to post this. Maybe because it was in the past, or maybe because it has edgy language, or maybe because it is really whiny sounding and I was trying to be kinda funny.
I am goofy.
Not goofy. Totally funny and a good story, and for those of us who have yet to deal with this kind of thing, a great bit of vicarious learning!
At our house, the f-word is fart. I hate it.
I love this. I love how your guys stand up for each other. I hope my kids would do that. I think they would.... but then they would look at each other and yell "RUN!!!" because tough we are not.
Robin, You will be glad later in life that you wrote things like this down. It is quite a lesson for kids to realize that the words we say can impact our lives in negative ways and that not all people are nice or forgiving. I've had to approach other moms too only to find out I didn't have the whole story. I was very proud that for a long time my children thought the f-word was fart. I was sad when they learned it wasn't the only one! Now they are trying to figure out what the "k" word is. Steve told them it's worse than the "f" word.
Great story...defiitely worth writing and remembering. I was reading some of your other posts...you are hilarious, and your writing style is very captivating. We do have tons in common...gosh, we should be, like, friends, or somethings. : )
I'm always up for hanging out!!!
Betsy
Good story. Funny and it teaches many important lessons!;)
I'm so glad you posted this! I don't read blogs very often so I'm at work with nothing to do and I get to read all your wonderful blogs and think to myself, "I should get on Robins blog on a daily basis because she is freaking hilarious. And PS- If you were at Sallys last week, were you just too cool for school to make it to San Diego?
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